I am a dunce but I knew she'd know...
when and then.
to she/her: you win again,
steady as it goes.
she chose a photo of T.S. Elliot in my overalls:
Instagram bullshit from a while ago.
her choice was to do this today,
of all days.
I have a scraped knee
now
and a bruised heart
still.
why today?
why now?
meet me anywhere.
meet me anyhow.
unblock your borrowed muse blog,
and let's hash this shit out,
once and for all, for good or ill.
because love sucks,
but love rules,
because blogs still modern reap,
eat sunday and sulk.